Longing for God's House
To the chief Musician upon Git´tith, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.
1How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!
2My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord:
my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
3Yea, the sparrow hath found a house,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may lay her young,
even thine altars, O Lord of hosts,
my King, and my God.
4Blessed are they that dwell in thy house:
they will be still praising thee. Selah.
5Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee;
in whose heart are the ways of them.
6 Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well;
the rain also filleth the pools.
7They go from strength to strength,
every one of them in Zion appeareth before God.
8O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer:
give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.
9Behold, O God our shield,
and look upon the face of thine anointed.
10For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand.
I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God,
than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
11For the Lord God is a sun and shield:
the Lord will give grace and glory:
no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
12O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.